Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

You pass out

• Sevika leans against the bar, her metal arm resting on the counter as she sips her drink. Her sharp eyes flick to you across the room. You're sitting at a table, looking pale and distant, picking at the edge of your glass instead of drinking from it.

• She's been watching you all day, noticing the faint tremble in your hands and how quiet you've been. Normally, you’re chatty, teasing her or laughing with the others, but today you’ve barely said a word.

• "You alright, doll?" she'd asked earlier, brushing her fingers over your arm as you passed her behind the bar. You’d just nodded and waved her off, assuring her you were fine. But she could tell it wasn’t the truth.

• Now, as she watches you from across the room, her chest tightens. She can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong. You’re slouched, your face pale under the dim lights of the Last Drop, and there’s a heaviness in your movements.

• Just as she sets her drink down and moves to approach you, your body suddenly stiffens. Your glass slips from your fingers, shattering on the floor. Then you collapse, your body crumpling to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

• "Shit!" Sevika is at your side in an instant, pushing through the startled crowd. She drops to her knees next to you, her hands hovering over you for a moment, unsure where to touch.

• Her voice is sharp, commanding as she barks at the bystanders. "Back off! Give her some damn space!"

• She carefully lifts your head, her flesh hand cradling the back of your neck as she checks your breathing. Her jaw tightens when she sees how pale you are, sweat glistening on your brow.

• "Princess," she murmurs, her voice low and urgent. "Hey, come on. Open your eyes for me."

• You don’t respond, your body limp in her arms. Her chest tightens further, panic clawing at her throat, though she shoves it down, forcing herself to focus.

• Without hesitation, she scoops you up into her arms, holding you close to her chest. The crowd parts as she carries you toward the back exit, her metal arm gripping your legs while her flesh arm cradles your upper body.

• "Move," she growls at anyone who hesitates in her path. There’s a dangerous edge to her voice, one that silences any questions or protests.

• She carries you back to her apartment, her pace quick but steady. Her mind races the entire way, guilt gnawing at her. She should have pressed you earlier, should have insisted you tell her what was wrong.

• Once inside, she lays you gently on the bed, her hands trembling slightly as she brushes your hair from your face. She grabs a damp cloth, pressing it to your forehead, her brow furrowed deeply.

• "Doll," she murmurs again, her voice softer now, laced with worry. "What the hell’s going on with you?"

• She stays by your side, her hand never leaving yours as she watches over you. Her protective nature takes over completely, every part of her focused on you and willing you to wake up.

• When you finally stir hours later, your lashes fluttering open weakly, she exhales a shaky breath, relief washing over her. Her hand moves to your cheek, her thumb brushing over your skin.

• "You scared the hell out of me, sugar," she murmurs, her voice thick with emotion. "You’re not brushing me off next time, you hear me? Whatever this is...we’re dealing with it together."

• Even though your smile is faint and your voice hoarse, you squeeze her hand weakly, nodding. Sevika leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead as she promises to keep you safe, no matter what.